Chapter 1381: School car overturned

The next moment, Zhu Zhu reached out and squeezed the cheeks of Yange: "How do you take a nap here, hurry up and take a shower, then wash and sleep."
Yange sleeps confusedly, tears in his eyes, rubbing his head and rubbing his head: "Drinking a little wine, I don't feel much when I drink it, now I feel a little dizzy."
Probably because of drinking, her voice was soft, and her watery eyes looked delicate and charming.
The charming and enchanting woman sees so many people. He wraps the original owner because the original owner is unyielding like a cat with only paws, which is fun.
But now, the cat put up its paws and spread its belly, and became unknowingly soft, so don't have any scenery.
He seemed to have discovered a novel Dongdong, got up and poured a glass of wine and handed it to the song: "Thirst, drink some water."
Even so, the cup is already on the lips of Yange.
Yange had a sharp nose and smelled the wine in the glass.
This old dog coin!
Instead of taking the cup, she lowered her head and drank the glass of wine with a sip.
The glass tipped a little, and the remaining half of the glass of wine ran down from her mouth, wet her white top, and the undulations of her chest became more vivid.
Yan Ge bowed his head and coughed. He was out of breath, and complained aggrievedly: "It's so hard to drink, what kind of water is too hard to drink, and my throat is hot and uncomfortable ..."
Zhu Yan tossed the water cup aside, stretched out his hand and buckled Yange's waist, "I'll help you take a bath."
"Well, no, no ..."
Yange's half a glass of white wine, his face instantly turned red into the big, red and seductive ripe peach on the branch, the corners of the eyes were filled with tears due to the cough, and the eyes were filled with water vapor. When speaking, the lips opened slightly, tempting seductively .
Zhu Yan couldn't bear to take a shower, and the two of them stood up in the bathroom pool.
The drunk night owl was extremely daring, sitting on him and holding his chin softly and humming softly: "Zhuyu, you old hooligan, old asshole, you are an old duck being held by women! "
Zhu Yuan: ...
This cat is short of lessons.
Zhu Yan lifted her aside, turned over and stood on top of him, and his low mute voice with a somber threat: "Who are you talking about?"
The woman's watery eyes stared at him coquettishly: "I say you, it's you, you're an old man ... Ah ..."
The night was quiet, but the woman's soft cursing kept on.
Obviously he was scolding him.
Zhu Yan's anger became a desire and fire, and he tried to tell the cat that he was old.
He usually leaves early in the morning.
But today is not. He woke up early and did not get up, but waited for the movement of the woman around him.
The woman was not awake, he was impatient, he just reached out and pushed her, and then pretended to sleep.
But the woman still didn't move.
The mules simply stomped their feet again.
Damn, genius is bright, isn't this man sleeping?
Last night I tossed and woke up so early?
Yan Song snorted dissatisfied, finally sober in this guy's expectations.
She sat up, drunk for the first time, and had a headache.
She stretched her hands and rubbed her head, looking around.
Wait to see the sleeping slugs beside.
She was no longer busy, but went to the bathroom to take a shower, and planned to leave.
It turned out that her clothes had been torn by the mules.
Had to go into the bedroom to push Zhuzhu: "Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu?"
Zhu Yan stared at the words with dissatisfaction, "What's the matter?"